You know, Freud was wrong: maybe we never really leave the oral stage, even if we move on to love all things anal or we embrace the genital with admirable enthusiasm. Today's roundup of soe of our favorite sex writing on the interweb takes a lingering look at licking tongues, sucking mouths, dripping spit, dressing room blowjobs, and the use of saliva as an extemporaneous lube.
Grab a napkin, wipe your chin and join Her Majestic Wetness Chelsea Girl after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl
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I walked in the room smiling. She looked at me and grinned. "Hi Darling, come to watch?"
"You bet." I replied, adding, "Wouldn't miss it."
I don't know if she heard me because her head was turned to the side sucking Dave's big cock. He moaned as she took him in her mouth, sucking slowly. She gasped as Ken hit a good spot on her pussy with his tongue.
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She jumped a little when I grabbed one ankle and spread her legs, abruptly. Then my hands flat on her buttocks, pulling the tender pink globes apart.
My lips hovered over her pussy from behind, not touching. With one precise movement she pushed herself back, despite the restraints, shoving her very, very wet pussy straight onto my extended tongue.
- MonMouth
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The whole encounter was exciting and scary and overwhelming in a way that I hadn't quite figured out I wanted -- in a way that I hadn't quite realized existed. Yet when I look back on that night -- which I remember mostly in flashes, the kind that they say flash before your eyes as you die and maybe this will -- it is the cock-sucking that flashes first. Although truly there was very little sucking involved. For the most part, as I recall, it was having my mouth fucked. For the first time.
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You feel the body behind you slip under the water only to resurface in front of you. Hands move up under your legs, hook your knees over shoulders, folding you at the middle.
You hold onto the board tightly, close your eyes for just a moment to feel the difference between warm lips and cool skin as lips move up your thigh, small hungry kisses tasting the water from your skin. It does not take long until they find the smooth skin further in.
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i kept cursing at him as he swiped the building glob on to his finger tip displaying it for my view. i watched him move his finger upwards towards his open mouth cleaning his finger with his tongue. the blood smeared and mixed with his saliva creating a diluted blood color. i looked down and watch more blood seep from his fresh wound, he wiped and smeared this blood away. the whole time stroking his hard-on and i knew this was not all talk, he was getting off on this just as much as i was.
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Tina crawled out of the doze to the sound of Bob's pee in the toilet. She smiled that he was so comfortable to not close the door. Rolling over she felt the cool wetness on the sheets from their earlier fun and wondered if she needed to get a towel to sleep on. As she thought about it she found her hand rubbing the spot and then brought her fingers to her nose to inhale the musky smell of their juices. She wanted to remember this night since this could be only time they ever share each other's bodies. Several hours ago she never would think she would be naked in her own bed filled with his cum.
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He said, "I went in a Fred Meyer's (department store) when I was fifteen and a girl my age came up and said, 'want me to suck your dick?'"
"Uh-huh. Right. She said that, and you, you said what?"
"I said sure, so we went in a dressing room, and she gave me a blow job, my first one."
"She gave you a blow job?"
"Yeah."
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